20 July 2006

James Richardson

[from James Richardson's Interglacial, this poem from his book Second Guesses, 1984]

As One Might Have Said

May, and O might,updraft and spin of blossom, canall our furl, human,untwist for this ridiculousrose-must and white—in love with trees?What evolutionscrossed here—did ur-manblow through cleft trunks,that throw and wind-fear of his loinscached now in his genes, so wein the dazzle and torque of petalssay, say againstourselves, I have walked in the churningheart of a god?